the great portland snowpocalypse
Reid climbs in his spare time, so he likes hanging off of cliffs with his fingernails, but now I know he will also brave a foot of snow to pick up his girlfriend’s sister (thank you, Reid) at the airport.
Here’s our ride back on Tuesday morning on our way to Paradox Cafe (where friendly little stuffed monsters are suspended from the ceiling):
The Great Portland Snowpocalypse continued all week, as residents found actual reasons to put snow gear into service, dragging children to grocery stores in plastic sleds, skiing across intersections:
After exploring many of the great neighborhood markets and the wonderful chocolate shop where Kat works, Cacao (you need the spicy hot chocolate drink in your life, trust me), the three of us began the serious fun of holiday cooking. Reid prepped, made a soup, and cooked beets on Christmas Eve:
Then, we were off to wander downtown and end up drinking housemade moonshine at Urban Farmer, leading to some rather strange dreams.
And waking up yesterday morning, we made mimosas and clowned in our socks while fresh snow came down outside,
took the tomatoes I’d brought from sunny Miami out of my hat,
started with eggs and potatoes,
continued with croissant pudding (and more mimosas)—
we couldn’t wait for it to cool.
We spun cream into homemade butter; Kat chopped apples that we reduced into applesauce;
and Christmas latkes went nicely with roasted brussel sprouts while we debated what to put in the fresh pasta.
Roasted cauliflower might go into the latkes next time, but I find it too beautiful to hide it in shaggy potato threads for now.
The pasta with mushrooms and tomatoes (added at the last minute) fueled our race across the street to the car clear enough to back out and drive to the airport to pick up my sister Kassandra, who flew in from Atlanta and will be dancing in Portland all this week.
We danced in the elevator on the way up, laughing as we referenced obscure old movies we watched growing up and opened the presents my parents sent in Kassandra’s enormous bag.
As I type this in a coffee shop near San Francisco, I’m still smelling the bananas, cinnamon, and walnuts from earlier today, as Reid flipped French toast for his feat of the morning.
We all lingered around the table, not wanting to leave the breakfast or the small assembly of chairs where we sat next to each other, talking about plans for the new year—here’s to new family traditions and embracing inclement weather…
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Friday, December 26th, 2008, 10:35 pm * Filed in Art, Design, Entertaining, Food, Travel, Video. * Tags: holiday, kass, kat, kristen, kthread, portland, reid, ski, snow, snowpocalypse, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
